"This ...... What's going on? ...... you? What are you?"

Su Lin was stunned for a moment, the person in front of him who asked him to give him a word was a Confucian scholar with a scholarly degree!

Look at the ensuing ones, there is an endless stream of people and jinshi, and even, there are one or two university scholars, all of them took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from their sleeves, and looked at Su Lin with a blank look, Su Lin didn't need to ask, he knew it, obviously he also came to ask himself for words. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was not that there were no Jinshi who asked Su Lin for words before, and Xu Wenliang, the county magistrate of Fengle County, and Ye Hongye, the superintendent of the temple, were also Jinshi's scholars.

However, now there are not one or two in front of him, but hundreds, from lifters to university scholars, where does Su Lin dare to casually agree to give words?

"Su case, your song "Yanqiu Ci" is very touching, 'ask what is the love in the world, and teach life and death to promise' is simply the best love in the world?"

"There is also Su's "Autumn Words", which is open-minded and optimistic about autumn, which directly subverts my feelings about the day before yesterday! I heard that it is still Su's masterpiece in the county test!"

"What's even more amazing is the word of Su Case Head, I have seen calligraphy from several countries compete for calligraphy together, but I have never seen a person with such a majestic atmosphere as Su Case Head!"

"Ask the head of the Su case to give me a word!"

"Su is the head of the case, and Ben Jinshi wants it too!"

"First come, first come! Ben Jinshi is the first to come, you all stand in the back, don't crowd......"

......

At this time, Su Lin finally understood, it turned out that what these Confucian scholars had circulated and praised among each other before was actually his two poems, "Yanqiu Ci" and "Autumn Ci".

Moreover, they also saw the majestic atmosphere of their own "Yan Ti characters", so they rushed to seek words.

"Su Lin, there are so many people, you must not agree to write to them. ”

Rao is Hong Liyu is the holy daughter of the Jade Rabbit Demon Clan, and she was also shocked by the actions of so many Confucian scholars asking Su Lin for words, but she quickly reacted, pulled Su Lin and whispered in her ear, "If you promise one, you need to promise hundreds of people." ”

"Liyu, you're right. If I write a word to everyone here, I'm afraid my holy power will be exhausted and I will die. ”

Su Lin also nodded helplessly, it took several hours when he used his holy power to write "Yanqiu Ci" before, even if he wrote hastily now, there are hundreds of people here, even if he writes it until tomorrow morning, he can't finish it.

Therefore, Su Lin had no choice but to apologize to everyone: "Everyone, Jinshi and University Scholars, thank you very much for your praise and recognition of my Su Lin.

I also hope to be able to send a word to everyone present, but unfortunately the students are only children, and the holy power and spirit are still shallow, so it is really not enough to send words to everyone present.

Besides, you also know that the students escaped from the fog and rain and the forest is physically and mentally exhausted, and urgently needs to stay and rest, please forgive me!"

After saying this, Su Lin hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and hid in an inn next to him with Hong Liyu.

"Shopkeeper, give us two good wings. ”

Throwing out a dozen taels of silver, Su Lin hurriedly took the key and door number with Hong Liyu and hid upstairs.

On the contrary, the shopkeeper of the inn was quick-witted, and he saw that Su Linsu, who was sought after by so many Confucian scholars, stayed in his inn.

smiled happily at this time, hurriedly hung up a sign, and greeted the outside:

"This inn is the place where the author of Zhenguo's poetry and the head of the Tianzhong talent Su Linsu stayed. There are still thirteen rooms vacant, except for the two rooms closest to Su's case, each with a thousand taels of silver a night, the rest of the rooms are all at a special price of five hundred taels of silver a night.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to move in, you can hurry up, and there will be no room if you come late. ”

"Five hundred taels of silver a night? Shopkeeper Tong, this is a black shop, right?"

"Didn't it cost five taels of silver a night before?

"Shopkeeper Tong, if you sit on the ground and raise prices like this, aren't you afraid that we will sue Zhang Bansheng?"

......

The Confucian scholars who originally wanted to chase Su Lin to the inn were all stopped by the innkeeper Tong, and they were all dissatisfied with the shopkeeper Tong's practice of sitting on the ground to raise the price, and protested one after another.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing you can do about this little one. This inn has always had such a rule, when there are important guests to stay, in order to avoid some idle people and other harassment, will increase the price of the room.

Last time Sun Lingxiang, the eldest princess of Wu, came, the price of this inn was raised according to Zhang Bansheng's instructions.

Anyway, the price is here, and there are only thirteen rooms, even if you don't live there, five hundred taels of silver is not much, but you can exchange it for a chance to talk with the head of the Su case, this is worth the money!"

The fat shopkeeper was not afraid of so many Confucian scholars staring at him, and said with a mouthful of business, changing the law to make a fortune.

"Shopkeeper Tong, here is a thousand taels of silver tickets, ...... quickly I want the room closest to Sue......"

"Five hundred taels of silver! Bring me a ...... too."

"Hey, don't squeeze me...... I want a ...... too."

......

Sure enough, as soon as the shopkeeper Tong finished speaking, those Confucian scholars rushed to hand over the silver tickets and rushed into the inn.

Thirteen rooms, sold out in an instant. The shopkeeper Tong held a stack of silver tickets full of half-saint holy power, closed the door of the inn with satisfaction, and hung a wooden sign outside very chicly, with the word "full" written on it.

The other Confucian scholars who did not want to come to the room could only continue to look at and reminisce about the demeanor of Su Casehead outside the inn, and then left unsatisfied.

"Hey, it's all you, what are you chasing? If it weren't for you to chase me, maybe I would have been to the Mobao at the head of Su's case a long time ago!"

Lin Qingyang, who was the first to catch up, complained to his friends in annoyance as he walked towards his residence.

"I really don't know Taishan! Before, Su talked to me and asked me to borrow rubbing paper, and I thought he was really just an ordinary child.

I missed a precious opportunity to talk and communicate with Su Caseman!"

Huang Cangyu, who refused to borrow rubbing paper to show Su Lin before, was held by several classmates at this time, with a look of regret and regret.

"Brother Cangyu, you too. Why do you want to say the identity of the head of the Su case out loud? If only a few of us knew? I couldn't catch up with those jinshi first, and I was blind to such a good opportunity!"

Yao Pingwei said to Huang Cangyu reproachfully, and expressed great dissatisfaction with Huang Cangyu's loud announcement of Su Lin's identity.

"How can you blame me? Brother Pingwei, you yourself are not selfish, knowing that he is the head of the Su case, and you don't explain it to us, you will catch up with you first. Huang Cangyu retorted.

"Aren't I afraid that Su will not be able to catch up if he goes far away?" Yao Pingwei said with some humility and unconvinced.

......

Conversations like this abound in Sitong Town tonight. Almost all the Confucian scholars were talking about Su Lin, who wrote the words of the town and country, "Yanqiu Ci", and even some demons were interested in Su Lin.

Someone reported this matter to the city lord's mansion overnight, and after the half-saint Zhang Zhengzhi heard about it, his eyes released a fine light, and then the light in the wisdom appeared, and the wisdom sea churned, and the above was suspended his vessel, which turned out to be a Tai Chi pattern of one yin and one yang.

The holy power surged wildly, and the yin and yang Taiji pattern released a light that seemed to be able to see through everything in ancient and modern times, and the half-saint Zhang Zhengzhi suddenly opened his eyes, his face was very strange, and finally he sighed and said helplessly: "The holy words come out, the catastrophe is coming!"

On the branches of the moon, Su Lin and Hong Liyu each opened a room, lay down to rest, and during this period, many Confucian scholars who came in knocked on Su Lin's door to visit, but they were all politely rejected by Su Lin.

Those Confucian scholars had no choice, and after hesitating in front of Surin's door for a while, they could only sigh regretfully and leave.

At this time, on the wild plains, there was a horse running, and Dong Zijin, who was weak on the horse, hugged the horse's neck tightly, anxious, panicked and scared.

"Brother Su Lin, where are you? Zijin ...... Zijin is coming for you......"

Since learning that Su Lin was damaged in the Misty Rain Lost Forest at noon, Dong Zijin bought a horse and went out alone to find Su Lin.

Before she came out, her heart was like ashes, and she didn't have time to think about it and scruples so much, so she thought about going to the Misty Rain Lost Forest to find Su Lin, if Su Lin was really dead, she didn't want to live anymore.

Dong Zijin hadn't ridden much before, so he was frightened and frightened all the way to hold the horse's back, and let the horse gallop on the wild plain.

I couldn't find the direction to go to the Misty Rain Lost Forest at all, and now in the middle of the night, the plains are wailing wild wolves, but Dong Zijin has no direction and goal at all, looking at the dark and terrible environment around him, tears are falling.

"No, I can't cry, I must go to the Misty Rain Lost Forest to find Brother Su Lin, who is waiting for me there. Brother Surin, you must not be dead. If Zijin doesn't cry, Zijin will definitely find you. ”

Although she was too scared, Dong Zijin had a strong belief in her heart that supported her to overcome this fear.

Dong Zijin sat on the bumpy back of the horse, bit his red lip, held back his whimpering and crying, wiped away his tears with one hand, and tried to pull the reins of the horse with the other.

"Horse, horse, please listen to me, will you, help me go to Brother Su Lin, after finding Brother Su Lin, Zijin will definitely give you the best forage......

Gradually, after several attempts by Dong Zijin, he finally learned to control the reins of the horse, and was finally able to control the horse to run in the desired direction.

However, after the horse galloped wildly for most of the day, Dong Zijin looked at the dark plains around him, and he didn't know where he was going, and the feeling of loneliness, coldness and helplessness hit again.

Just when Dong Zijin didn't know what to do, suddenly, a demonic wind struck, and the horse under Dong Zijin's seat screamed, and then fell to the ground weakly, and Dong Zijin also fell to the ground and fainted.